The time has finally come. All of the other penguins have hatched out of their shells after months and months of incubating...Except for Memphis and Norma Jean's egg, who hasn't budged at all. He is staring down at the egg with a worried expression on his face. Memphis' friend, Maurice, goes over to him with his newly hatched daughter, Gloria.)

Maurice: Memphis? ls everything okay?

Memphis: l don't know. l-I can't hear anything.

(Gloria taps the egg a little with her beak. Nothing.)

Baby Gloria: ls it empty?

Maurice: Honey...

Baby Gloria: (to Memphis) Can l have it?

Maurice: (hushed) Gloria!

Memphis: I-It's okay, Maurice.

(Gloria taps on the egg again with her beak. Still nothing.)

Maurice: It happens sometimes, Memphis.

Memphis: (sighs, defeated) ...Yeah...

(Gloria taps on the egg again, but this time, with a rhythmic beat. Just when all hope seemed lost, there were tapping sounds coming from inside the egg. It immediately catches Memphis' attention.)

Memphis: Wait, you hear that?

Maurice: Yeah!

Memphis: Hey, l can hear you, buddy. Oh, your papa's here, it's okay.

(The tapping sounds get even more intense. The chick is alive, for sure. Gloria happily giggles.)

Memphis: (excitedly) Ohhh, he's okay, Maurice!

(One foot pops out of the egg.)

Memphis: Whoa, there it is! That's his little foot there!

(The other one pops out.)

Memphis: Woah, there’s his other one!

(The egg rolls on its feet and starts stumbling away from the three, Gloria chasing it while laughing. While it does, it makes little mumbling noises.)

Memphis: That's different.

Maurice: Yeah.

Baby Gloria: Hey! Come back here, Mr. Mumble!

Maurice: Uh, Gloria...

Memphis: Oh, she can call him whatever the heck she likes!

(The egg loses its balance and starts slipping and sliding on little slopes of ice.)

Memphis: Whoa, little Mumble!

(The runaway egg manages to get back on its feet, but then loses balance again and slips down a miniature slope and falls, finally cracking the egg and releasing the chick inside. The three go to check on him.)

Baby Gloria: Mumble? Mumble?

Memphis: You okay?

Baby Mumble: (shivering while tapping) Freezing! Freezing!

Memphis: Oh, you'll get used to it.

(Mumble continues to shiver while looking up at his dad.)

Memphis: (motions him to come up to him) Come on. Come to your daddy.